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She heard him before she saw him. And just as expected, he was walking towards her when she got out of the room.

To explain most likely. She blew right past him. Her patience won't tolerate that, nor did she care. But the anger coursing in her veins told her she did. Why the fuck was she angry? Sure Callum's fiance or ex or whatever showed up, right after she sucked him off.

It lit a fuse to her brain, jolting her to consciousness of the purpose Callum served. And the timing couldn't be more perfect. If anything she should thank her, she needed a wake-up call. And an excuse to leave the house since her talk with the Russians. She hadn't made a move yet, but they wanted blueprints, they’ll get them.

She looked past Callum to notice the woman was staring right at her. She was pretty, with staggering come-hither curves. But if she fake smiled any wider, she'd break it. And those ridiculous red heels she wore.

The gap between them was nonexistent now, redhead Barbie actually approached he